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never should have told you I was still a virgin. I knew it, yet I told you anyway. How dumb is that?” She managed to wiggle into her black dress while holding the phone to her ear, then looked into the mirror over her dresser. “You know, it’s a shame. Tonight is the only night I can wear my pentacle on the outside of my clothes. Everyone expects it on Halloween,” she said, smoothly changing the subject. She slipped on a moonstone pinkie ring along with some of her other magical jewelry and searched another drawer.
    “What did I do with that stinking wart? I’ll never forgive myself if I’ve lost it. The darn thing cost me a fortune because it looks so real.” Brianna dug through the dresser drawer searching for her box of Halloween makeup. She frowned, reached over to the window and pulled open the blind. She closed the first drawer and opened another.
    “But then again, you couldn’t be the witch if you lost that ugly old wart,” Amber added sagely.
    “I suppose. I’ll have to give that some thought. It’s not a bad idea.” Biting her lip, Brianna rummaged deeper and found her makeup case. Making a face at the green paint, she shoved it to the back of the drawer, planning to ignore it. She pulled out the wart and sighed. There was no way she’d ever be lucky enough to lose it. And she’d never be able to bring herself to throw it away. It had cost too much.
    Removing the small plastic box from the drawer, she opened it and withdrew the very realistic and nasty looking hairy wart. She stuck it to her cheek next to her nose and grimaced at her reflection. “Well, I found it.” Her disappointment was evident.
    “Why don’t you tell them you lost it? Or the dog ate it?” Amber asked, impatiently. She obviously didn’t understand Brianna’s need to do something she abhorred just to fit in.
    “You know I don’t like to lie. It’s bad enough that I lie about my religion. There has to be some sort of bad karma attached to lying all the time,” she replied. Brianna heard what sounded suspiciously like a snort on the other end of the line.
    “You only lie because we both know what would happen if our so called friends found out what we really are. Besides, you don’t lie about it,” Amber reasoned. “You’re like me. You act as though you’re Christian like everyone else. You just don’t tell them you’re not.”
    Brianna shrugged, rationalizing their behavior. She applied her lipstick, blush and mascara, then smiled. Her neighbors were most likely going to have something to say about the softer side of the witch this year. Too bad! “I know. They’d most likely make life so miserable here, we’d want to move.”
    “ Have to move, is more like it.”
    “I’m not wearing the green face paint this year. I don’t care what they think.” Brianna smiled at her reflection.
    “That’s it, girl! Don’t let them tell you what to do,” Amber cheered.
    “Maybe next year I’ll just conveniently be out of town. It would be nice.” Brianna walked to the old vanity that once belonged to her mother and sat down to don the hated wig.
    “They ought to be glad you do this at all, Bri. After all, this is the Eve of our New Year, the day we honor our deceased loved ones. I wouldn’t even go to the ball if they didn’t hold an open circle.”
    “I know. I wouldn’t either, even though I love going. It’s always such a blast.” Brianna brushed her hair and left it to tumble carelessly down her back. “Hang on a sec, Amber.” She set the phone down. She’d almost forgotten to do one of the most important things of the evening.
    After retrieving her old Besom and the new one she bought each year, she cast a circle and cleansed them both. She empowered the new broom with energies to remove negativity from her sacred spaces. She cleansed the old one, removing all energies from it so she could dispose of it properly. Its last use would be to carry around the front yard as a part of her costume